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Apr 2022
Didn't think of it for you
Hardly  in line with me
Took me to the brink
Everyday is one to live
The less you think the more you give
I found a way out, it's on the inside
I tire  blown-out, lets hope the donut ride
A pound of flesh beats some metaverse
I found the thrill, no blueberry hill
Perhaps a matter of a Will
Can't catch it, bury it with the hatchet
Maybe an old movie, True Grit
Freedom hides in words
-littlebigheart-
Irving MacPherson
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